This is a blog dedicated to reblogging fanfiction for the pairing Jon Snow and Sansa Stark. Here you will find new and old works, art, edits, and gifsets.
and now i let myself love, and i’m not scared of the end
Rating: T
Status: Complete
Summary: “Whenever you see this, think of me. Remember that we were here. Remember we were us.”
He curled his fingers around the clip but didn’t take his eyes off of her face, and reached up, gently brushing back a strand of her hair. “I always think of you.”
or; sansa's a mermaid, and jon's a shifter, and they can't be together. it's too bad neither of them decided to listen before falling in love.
wish i could be
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Summary: "Oh dear, you look cold," Queen Cersei said softly, floating next to her. "Come, come. Let's get you inside."
The Queen led her into the dark cave, offering her a seat. "Now, then. I'm told you're here because you desire to be with your Prince?" She flicked her hand and an image of Prince Jon erupted from thin air. "Hmm. I see now... Quite a handsome fellow."
Sansa couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. She'd wondered how he was faring after the shipwreck and ached to check for herself. She was relieved that he seemed alright.
"My sweet summer child, you have it bad," Queen Cersei informed her, a smile in her voice.
She blinked. "I -- what?"
"You're in love," she clarified with a laugh before swimming towards a tall shelf in the corner. "I know exactly what you need."
Saltwater
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Summary: “Always sleepy, huh boy?” Jon asked the dog. In response Ghost’s eyes fixed on the net that was being pulled up and over the side of the boat. Jon smiled, but the smile disappeared from his face when he heard a desperate gasping cough coming from behind him.
He spun and looked for whoever could be making that sound, that sound he’d heard when someone almost drowned, of water needing to be expelled from the lungs. It wasn't until he glanced up that he saw red hair and a pale arm tangled in with fish and netting.
talassophile
Rating: T
Status: Complete
Summary: Everyone dies, she is right. But legends survive, and these days is weird to even think that Captain Jon Snow is a human being and not a nighttime-story told in order to scare the idiots who want to sail and still believe that they can own the sea.
OR Sansa waits, Jon comes back, and the world whispers about a captain blessed by the waves and the mermaid who loves him.
no fear of depths
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Summary: At first she merely watched him, swimming only close enough so she could see him as he swam with sure strokes, his legs cutting through the water in a way that fascinated her. They fanned past each other, moving apart, then together, only to move apart again, and Sansa felt some hidden part of herself struggle to do the same. She was frustrated when her tail only flicked and sent her shooting away from him. Her own body had never felt so wrong before. Her life had never fit so poorly.
Red
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Summary: “And weren’t mermaids a myth to you before you saw what you see now?” Ned asked.
Jon swallowed, his eyes returning to the red hair floating around the mermaid’s face. She smiled brightly as their eyes met and turned herself upside down so that her tail pointed skyward while she continued beaming at him through the glass. Ned chuckled. “She’s in a playful mood today. I think she likes you.”
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